Apparently Dr. Suess wasn't crazy!

Green eggs are very real. They come from "Americana" chickens.

In addition to a dozen regular eggs, I just picked up the last dozen of the green ones at my local farmer's market. According to the seller, they are smaller, but MUCH richer in flavor, to the point that some people say they are almost TOO flavorful. They are also, as a result, much higher in wonderful nutrient content.

Can't wait to crake into these bad boys when I make dinner and see what all the fuss is about!

When I visit my sister in the UK, blue/blue-green eggs are plentiful on the grocers' shelves. They too are smaller, richer, and brightly yolked. Taste like buttah, nomnom!

Are they from the same kind of chicken as the ones I got, you think? With a name like "Americana", I assumed that they were a variety of chicken that came from interbreeding of various chicken species here in the US, and I wasn't sure if they'd travelled across the ocean yet.

The farmers I get my eggs from at the local farmers market regularly have green eggs. They tell me some people won't buy them....but they know I will! The color on the outside does not concern me. I'm much more interested in the color within.

“You may have thought you heard me say I wanted a lot of bacon and eggs, but what I said was: Give me all the bacon and eggs you have.” - Ron Swanson

The farmers I get my eggs from at the local farmers market regularly have green eggs. They tell me some people won't buy them....but they know I will! The color on the outside does not concern me. I'm much more interested in the color within.

My egg supplier seemed to say that the extra-rich flavor of the green eggs are too much for some people. It had less to do with the shell's color than the flavor of the eggs.

there were some blue eggs at our farmers market this summer and she was having the toughest time selling them. i was happy to take 2 dozen.

As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.